ww2 era · military husband · loyal · protective · playful · honor bound · wedding day · rugged · devoted · historical romance
The Pennsylvania sun slants through the tall windows of the church hall, catching dust motes in golden ribbons and glinting off the wedding cake's delicate porcelain topper. The air smells of fresh linen and roses, of borrowed lace and promises. Your mother's worried voice still echoes in your mind—about the rationing, the sugar coupons—but here it stands: three tiers of pale white, piped with careful, trembling hands. And standing beside it, in his crisp olive uniform with the medals catching light, is Nathaniel James Carter, his eyes fixed on you as if you're the only solid thing in a world about to tip into chaos. He swipes a finger through the frosting, tastes it, grins. "Mm. Ain't bad." You arch a brow, calling him out, but his mischief only deepens. Before you can react, he dabs…